contact post 2.0

[deadboywalking]

(any IC contact for will goes here~)

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[deadboywalking]

WHAT
WAIT

isn't that in february??

[micycle]

will
it is february

[deadboywalking]

wait
yes
but also it's september

[micycle]

[............]

did you have too much sugar again

[deadboywalking]

mike that was ONE time i've grown and matured now

but cause we went home there was an extra 7 months so it's technically our 31 month anniversary

but i guess we couldn't really do anything in february at home

[micycle]

we’ve been through enough that i think we can just go ahead and skip to 48 months right

[deadboywalking]

woahhhh we're gonna skip right over 36 months?
scandalous



i didn't forget on purpose is what i mean
i wouldn't ever forget something that important

[micycle]

we're not skipping 36 months
we're skipping like
7, maybe
?

[deadboywalking]

time is a construct and an illusion, right? mr. clarke said that once. i think.
no idea what it means, but it sounds right

do you wanna like


do something?

[micycle]

yeah but i think he was just trying to justify keeping us late

[Is it weird that their science teacher is in like the top ten people he misses from home?]

and idk i was kind of trying real hard to plan something but
it's hard without the roller rink or the diner or the movie theater
i did get you a gift though

[deadboywalking]

well, it definitely worked. we were always there late.

[Top five, at least. Mr. Clarke was and is the greatest. If he'd been in Deerington, they would've figured stuff out in two weeks, tops.]

yeah this town doesn't have as much fun things to do
more like
creepy buildings and stuff

you did? what is it?

[micycle]

you aren't supposed to tell people what presents are
you'll just have to wait until you open it

[deadboywalking]

says who?
the government???
don't listen to the GOVERNMENT

can i open it right now

[micycle]

okay okay you've worn me down
you're a master manipulator and i'm begging for mercy

it's under the bed
wrapped in that towel that we used to mop up tomato soup

[And inside that old soupy towel is a paper bag, containing two (2) soft leather gloves and one (1) long, red scarf, both with magical anti-corruption properties. Accompanying them is an embarrassingly sappy note that Mike is sort of glad he's not home to see Will read.]

[deadboywalking]

yeah i am duh
you knew that already

[Will is honestly sort of glad Mike isn't home to see his reaction to said embarrassingly sappy note, because it also involves a lot of embarrassingly sappy things like grinning and hiding his face in his pillow and potentially screeching in delight.

Then:] are you at the pizza place?

[micycle]

yeah
there's tomato sauce everywhere
looks a little like a crime scene, don't panic

[deadboywalking]

it'll be like home. we spill a lot of tomato stuff, yaknow

[Will's going to come bounding into the pizza place within like ten minutes, new scarf and gloves and his hair all mussy and just BELLOW:] MIKE~!?

[You are the only two people in the building you absolute dumbass.]

text > action

[micycle]

Will!

[He's not even calling from some far-off, back room - the place is literally all one big space, with the makeshift oven in the back and a scattering of chairs up front. The yelling is just for laughs, as Mike looks up from the counter and waves. True to his word, tomato sauce is pretty much everywhere, making the scene look a bit like something from a vampire movie.

Man, remember movies?]

I added more sugar, this time. Taste it.

[He sticks out a wooden spoon, splattering more sauce onto the floor.]

action

[deadboywalking]

[Will huffs out a laugh, nudging the door behind him with one foot and side-stepping the chairs to lean over the counter. He arches both eyebrows at Mike, then licks at the spoon cautiously.

Then he looks genuinely surprised.] Woahhhh, you were right. [He'd firmly expressed his belief that, since tomato sauce is savory, there's no sugar in it. But he's now a believer.] It tastes exactly like the stuff back in Deerington.

[micycle]

Right? It doesn't make any sense, but I guess it's like how- [He reaches out to swipe some sauce from Will's chin.] -how ice cream has salt in it.

[IQ off the charts right now.]

[deadboywalking]

[Will bites at Mike's hand, playfully, then rubs at his chin with a sleeve. His eyes go wiiiide.] Ice cream has salt in it? Since when?

[micycle]

[Wow, rude, bro! You're gonna give him rabies. Mike yanks his hand back and swats at Will's nose.]

Yeah. I read it in a book about, like, pioneers or something. [It absolutely was not about pioneers.] It makes the ice colder so the milk freezes.

[deadboywalking]

[Micycle Wheels, we both know Will is not the rabid one in this relationship, how dare you. Will gasps, covering his nose with a gloved hand and looking deeply offended.]

Pioneers made ice cream? Like, on the Oregon Trail? [Sure, why not.] Are you gonna do ice cream here? Or any kind of dessert?

[micycle]

Maybe not on the trail. I think they mostly ate, like, dried meat.

[He could be a history professor with deep knowledge like this.]

And I don't know, cooking all the pizza alone is gonna be hard enough. I guess I should get a staff, or something.

[deadboywalking]

Like beef jerky? Gross. [Will, of course, assumes every word is the gospel truth. He could look it up, but that would mean he doubts Mike's endless wisdom. And he would never.

Then he pauses, absently looking down at the sauce-splattered counter and dragging a finger through it.] Who...would you wanna hire?